Thank you for reading my tale 'The Woodsman'. I am blessed with an incredible editor ShyGirlWhore on Literotica. With her skills I am able to present this chapter of 'The Woodsman' in a readable form. As always, please rate and comments are always appreciated. There is some sex between adults over 18 in this chapter. Enjoy.
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Arlene woke up to the sound of wind whispering through the pine trees outside her south facing window. There was the morning light coming through the open curtains but no sun to blind her. She was in the softest bed she could remember and couldn't help but snuggle into the down filled comforter. She was wearing a set of pajamas, a matching top and bottom. She briefly wondered who had undressed her.
She recollected the previous day. She had been awakened early and told to pack her few belongings. She was only told that she wasn't coming back to the clinic, nothing else. With trepidation she obeyed. She mistakenly thought that her servitude was about to begin so she was very nervous. She and her few belongings were loaded into some type of jeep thing and then driven to a waiting gulfstream jet sitting on an airstrip in the middle of the jungle.
After takeoff she was given a light breakfast and told to rest because it would be a long flight. Arlene ran several scenarios through her mind as to her future. Who would want a 35 year old whore from Vermont? Would she be just another cheap whore or worse in some third world country? A sexual plaything for some Far East prince? A call girl for the rich? No one would tell her anything until she was met at her destination.
This man Robert McCoy then told her he was her benefactor but he didn't have any of the trappings of wealth. No limos. No mansion in the city. His home, although large, seemed to be in the middle of a forest with only a small town nearby.
When she entered Rob's home she had encountered her daughter Vivian and that was when her world went black.
Arlene could hear a man and woman's voice coming from somewhere outside her open window but she couldn't understand the conversation. She assumed that it was her daughter and the man Rob she had met yesterday. Suddenly she heard the sounds of an ax chopping wood. Curiosity made her leave her comfortable bed and it was then that she noticed her surroundings. She was in a large bedroom. There was a dresser with a mirror a few chairs and not much else. She opened a closet door and saw it had women's clothes in it. The dresser was filled with women's lingerie and nightwear. On top of the dresser was the normal assortment of women's makeup and perfume. This could be any woman's room but something was wrong. The clothes all looked new. Arlene even saw some price tags. She spied the door to the ensuite bathroom and realised that she needed to pee really bad so she took care of her needs. While sitting on the toilet she noticed the tooth brush, mouth wash and soap dispenser, all were new or unused. Were all of these things for her? Was this to be her room?
Vivian and Rob were conversing in hushed tones near his woodpile.
"Robbie isn't my mom pretty? I forgot how pretty she was. I hope she likes all the clothes and things we bought for her. Will it be a problem if she stays here for a while? I know we haven't talked much about what will happen once she moves here with us but I think it's time, don't you?"
Rob felt a bit overwhelmed by how his life had changed in the last six months and that he had two women living with him now. One was his young lover and the other was her equally beautiful mother. He never in his most wild imaginings had thought that things would come to this. The fact that he at forty five was bedding this young teen girl while her mother was also living with him.
He had seen pictures of Arlene but he wasn't prepared for the real thing. The three months in the rehab clinic had worked wonders for her. She was literally the older version of her daughter. If he was truly being honest, she looked like an older sister now. Her body although more mature than Viv's was equally spectacular. When he had carried Arlene to her bedroom the night before they had stripped her then dressed her in her pajamas. He couldn't help but notice how her body so closely mimicked his Viv. Actually it was the other way around. Arlene had the same shape and hair color. Even her breasts looked the same although a bit larger he was sure. With Vivian helping they had stripped Arlene to just her panties and then dressed her in the two piece pajamas. Lovingly Vivian then covered her unconscious mother and kissed her forehead. They quietly left the bedroom and went to bed themselves.
Vivian seemed unnaturally quiet as they lay next to each other. As sleep came Vivian whispered, "Thank you Robbie."
Rob wanted to keep Vivian as happy as possible but if he was being honest with himself, he still wasn't entirely comfortable bedding the teen. He still felt like a dirty pervert sometimes. After all he was almost thirty years older than she was. He had to admit that the wildly energetic sexual creature that was his Vivian Peterson, now McCoy, had done wonders for him. His libedo made him feel like he was twenty again. The pleasure of teaching her everything he knew about sex gave his ego a boost every time she screamed in orgasm by his ministrations. But with the age difference Rob was still somehow unsure of her love for him. How could he get Vivian to understand?
He had decided almost six years before that he would never let himself be hurt as his ex wife had hurt him. Rob had known for years that Joyce would occasionally have a brief affair and although he hated it he knew that almost everyone they knew had those dalliances. The social circle that they were familiar with looked at monogamy as old fashion and Victorian. Rob had been so into making his empire bigger that for awhile he lost touch with his wife. They each lived in their own separate world and by the time he decided to do something about his marriage it was too late. Joyce had gotten friendly with a circle of people that were nothing more than leeches. Their parties, always financed by her unlimited budget, were nothing more than drug infused orgies fueled by his wife's riches. The parties lasted sometimes for days. Finally the last report he received had broken his will to continue his marriage. He contacted his attorney and the rest was history.
Rob sat on a log and was deep in thought about his past when Vivian's last comment interrupted.
"Yes Viv she is very pretty. Now I understand why you are so beautiful. You are her daughter. I couldn't expect otherwise, but..."
"But what Robbie. What are you thinking?" Vivian looked concerned.
"Viv, I don't know if we have thought this through. What will your mom think when she finds out that we are intimate? What if she objects to someone my age being with someone your age? What happens if she catches us in bed? Also your mother is a fairly young woman. What will we do if she gets horny? I don't want a threesome with you two. I'm not built that way."
